The long night finally passed, and in the distant eastern sky, a round of fiery red outlines rose among the mountains, and at dawn, the sun shone on the earth, falling under the thin morning mist, as if to clothe the earth with a hazy veil of pale gold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, Emo had just sealed a lonely soul and was about to move to the next one, but he saw that the lonely soul's dull gaze had recovered a little.

The lonely soul turned his head and looked at the sunlight on the horizon, his face showing a thick look of horror, and the whole spirit trembled, turning into a cloud of green smoke and burrowing into the tomb.

A look of astonishment flashed across his face, and then Emo was relieved, although many legends did not correspond to reality, but it was true that the ghost was afraid of the sun.

Even though these ghosts are mentally low, this fear seems to have become instinctive, deeply engraved in their bones.

The sun appeared, the ghosts hid, and Emo knew that this was the end of the day.

After tossing all night, the thin silk shirt on Ermo's body had already been cut into strips of rotten cloth by some tree thorns, and there were many more injuries on his body, some were fallen, some were bruised, and some were scratched by tree thorns.

However, looking at the more than a hundred lonely souls sealed in the pages, Emo also felt that the trip was worthwhile.

A hundred souls of inferior quality are equal to ten souls of ordinary quality, one soul of excellent quality, and one of the abilities he looks at happens to only need one soul of excellent quality.

"Sacrifice the soul and strengthen the power of the demon's bewitchment."

Hearing Emer's request, all the pages of the Book of Demons that contained the lonely souls rose at the same time, and all the lonely souls inside were sacrificed, becoming a pattern on the page that was frozen forever.

After sacrificing the soul, the Book of Demons turned to the first page, and the ghostly light overflowed from the Book of Demons like flowing water, pouring into Emer's body.

At the same time, Emo clearly felt that he seemed to have an ability out of thin air, and this ability seemed to be innate, and he could use it flexibly without deliberately familiarizing himself.

Demonic Bewitchment!

Demons can communicate with everything that has life on a spiritual level, and they have a strong demagogic nature for creatures that are not strong-willed, which is the description of this ability.

After the transformation of the ability was completed, Ero's mind moved, and he took back the Demon Book and reintegrated into his soul.

After a night of sleep, Emo is now tired and sleepy, just looking for some food to fill his stomach and find a safe place to sleep beautifully.

At this moment, the place where Emo was located was already at the end of the Moonless Mountain, and there was a steep slope shaped like a cliff in front of him, as long as he climbed over that steep slope, he could quickly descend the mountain after walking out of the dense forest on the mountainside.

Spirited, Emo cautiously walked down the slope, the soil on the slope was very soft, and the stones were extremely brittle, and if you were not careful, it was very easy to fall.

At a height of fifty or sixty meters, although it does not fall in a straight line, if it falls, it should be very easy to break hands and feet.

Therefore, it took Emo more than ten minutes to complete this short distance of fifty or sixty meters, and when he came down the slope, he came to the dense forest on the mountainside.

The trees in this dense forest also looked a little old, tall and large, dense and multiplied, and the sunlight through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting a jagged light and shadow on the periphery of the dense forest, but in the center it was very dark because the canopy above it was heavily covered, and no sunlight fell.

For some reason, from the moment he stepped into this dense forest, Emo always had a sense of danger haunting him, and this feeling came from this dense forest.

Of course, it is also possible that this is just a delusion of your own.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ermo smiled absently, but after walking a few more steps, he faintly felt that something was wrong, looked up at the top, and suddenly felt that the forest seemed to be a little too quiet.

In such a large forest, according to common sense, there should be many birds and finches to settle down here, but there is no bird call in this forest.

Animals have an instinct to avoid evil, and they may be aware of some kind of danger, and this dangerous existence is in this dense forest at the moment.

Then, the feeling of danger that haunts you is not an illusion.

Taking a deep breath, Emer's pace suddenly quickened, and now he just wanted to get out of the woods as quickly as possible.

But at this moment, a gaze came from behind him, and that gaze was as sharp as a knife, almost turning into substance, making the hairs on Ermo's whole body stand up, and the feeling of danger in his heart swelled irrepressibly, completely enveloping him.

His brain went blank in an instant, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell death.

"Sneer......"

There was a slight cracking sound, the sound of a blade rubbing against the air, so small that it was almost inaudible, and although Emer's brain was blank, his body instinctively threw himself forward.

The blade tore through the flesh of his back, leaving a narrow wound on Emer's back, but fortunately Emo pounced in time, so the wound was not deep, but the sharp sting pain brought Emer back to his senses.

At the moment of falling to the ground, Ermo took advantage of the momentum and rolled forward a few more times, and after widening the distance, he got up instantly, took out a jumping knife from his trouser pocket and opened it, and looked at this uninvited guest coldly.

"Sharp intuition, weak body, and...... A good response, not strong, not weak. ”

That's what the man on the other side had to say about Emer.

Enduring the hot stinging pain in his back, Ermo squinted and looked at the brown-haired man in black tights in front of him, who was leaning sideways at the moment, casually playing with the dagger in his hand, without putting Ermo in his eyes at all.

This is not arrogance, but a kind of confidence in his own strength, in retrospect, what shone into a brief blank in his brain just now was the chilling killing intent from the person in front of him.

Killing intent, his own father also has it, and Emo has also felt it, but it is far inferior to this person, I am afraid that there are no less than hundreds of people who have died in his hands, otherwise it is difficult to condense such a killing intent that is almost substantial.

It's easy for such a person to kill him, but who is he? And why kill him?

With a flash of his eyes, Emo decided to say something to tempt him, so he asked in a cold voice, "My uncle sent you?" ”

“NO…… NO…… NO……”

The brown-haired man stretched out his index finger, shook it slowly but solemnly, and said in fluent Mandarin: "As a member of the Shadow Assassin family, I am not qualified to call me for something like your uncle, and if it weren't for Galeon's request, and I was too boring, I wouldn't have killed you for some fun." ”

After speaking, he added a sentence seriously, "Before killing you, it is necessary for me to tell you my name, and at this time I respect the deceased." ”

"My name is Weston. Pamir, an Assassin who walks on the brink of shadow and death. ”

As the words fell, the brown-haired man Weston began to slowly retreat, retreating into a shadow, and the whole person seemed to blend into the shadow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ero looked at the place where Weston had disappeared, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you tell me how you found me before you kill me?" ”

"Well, who called me the good Weston, I have always been very merciful to those who are about to die, at least much more merciful than the God that the Christians bow down."

Voices came from all directions, echoing clearly through the woods, and Emo had intended to judge his position from the direction from which his words had come from, but now it seemed that this trick was not working.

And at this moment, Weston also began his commentary.

"Our Shadow Assassin family has a variety of tracking techniques, and one of them is scent tracking, and those who master this tracking technique will be able to distinguish every scent from the air, and of course, it can't be too long."

"Last night, I went to the Zhongshan Psychiatric Hospital, and I also went to the ward where you were, where the smell of you is very strong, I remember your breath, as long as I follow your smell, I can easily find you."

Licking his chapped lips, Irmo listened to Weston's explanation as he moved his steps and looked around, as if looking for Weston's figure.

Eventually, Emer stopped somewhere on the outskirts of the forest, and the sunlight cast a dappled shadow on the field through the foliage.

Judging from Weston's performance just now, as well as the explanation of the self-proclaimed Shadow Assassin family.

His elusive abilities should have something to do with shadows.

Then, in a place where there is light, his ability should not be able to be used, at least not to get close to him.

As for why Emer didn't take the opportunity to turn around and escape from this dense forest?

That's because the other party is very strong, judging from the glimpse of Weston's skills just now, whether it is speed, strength, or skill, Weston can be said to crush him.

In its current form, the other party completely regards killing him as a game to relieve boredom, and escaping from the jungle will only completely anger the other party and accelerate the pace of his own death.

Looking around, Emo asked in a deep voice, "And who is Galio in your mouth?" What is your relationship with that uncle of mine? ”

"Galio?" He whispered a sentence with a faint disgust in his tone, and then a voice came from all directions: "It's just a stinky bat and vampire who likes to dress up as an aristocratic gentleman all day long." ”

"As for your uncle's relationship with us? If you are serious, it is the relationship between the master and the dog, of course, we are the master, your uncle is the dog, and without us, your uncle is not even a dog. ”

Bloodsucker?

Ermo was shocked, he didn't expect that this matter would also involve a vampire in Western legends.

The vampire, and this brown-haired young man who claimed to be from the Shadow Assassin family, and judging by his tone, the two should be in the same group, or from the same organization or force.

Moreover, it seems that the uncle of their own family was able to sit in this position today because of the two of them, so the death of their father is also related to this, but for what purpose did they want to help their uncle?

With his eyes flickering, Emo asked quietly, "Then where are you from?" And why do you want to help my uncle? ”

This time, instead of answering immediately, Weston sighed after a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry, but there are some secrets involved in these two questions, and I can't tell you."

Irmer was about to speak, to get some more useful information, when he heard Weston's voice faintly come from him.

"After explaining, then, my game will officially begin, don't worry, I will let you die as quickly as possible, it won't hurt very much."

As the words fell, the entire forest fell into an eerie silence again.

But Emer knew...... The killing machine has come!